For
Danny to have a fly we took a detour under the Tower amongst all the purveyors
of cheap trinkets and tat.
Wait a minute
did that guy have a cardboard sign round his neck say 2 (crossed out), 1 ticket
for the final. This needed a double take
rushing up the other side of the wide boulevard and on the third passage
speaking to the guy and his wife. They
were from Bruges and now had 1 corporate ticket for the final (hence the reason
for no name on it). Looking at the
ticket and talking to the guy I began to get the feeling that I was as green as
cabbage looking! Our conversation
revealed that he was a Bruges fan who had been watching Belgium and through
corporate connections had tickets for the final. At E350 it wasn’t cheap, although it was a
E700, but Danny and I had a discussion.
After coming all this way, seeing Wales in every game to their
semi-final defeat it made sense to get the ticket as even if it was a fake we’d
rather have made the attempt than be sat tomorrow evening watching the final
thinking “we could have been there”.
Final question, “Why don’t you sell it tomorrow for at least face
value?”. They had travelled from Bruges
today and the journey with all the security had taken twice as long usual and
didn’t want that hassle tomorrow, plus the price of an hotel room for the night
and food would have wiped out any profit.
Maybe they are professional muggers I thought as they walked with me to
the cash machine. Deal done it really
was time to head back.
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